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Olivia

Daddy by Ramsey

“ T hat’s it baby, ride my thick, fucking cock!” Erika shouts as her fingers twist into my hot pink curls.

Each punishing thrust of her hips rocks my entire body. My nipple piercings lightly catch on the rough fabric of the sheet beneath me with each pounding motion. The sensation is abrasive but fantastic. She has me bent over the edge of the bed while she fucks me with a thick, pink strap on from behind. Usually we play with a variety of toys but inevitably we always end up in this position. It’s part of her very unique fantasy. She pulls my hair, forcing my head off the mattress as she leans into me. The sting of my scalp is punishing in the best possible way.

“Does my little slut like that?” she whispers into my ear before fucking my ear canal with her tongue, synchronizing with the pace she’s fucking my pussy.

Her tits bounce against the skin of my back as she fucks me. Her stiff nipples scrape roughly against my sticky skin, the sensation drives me absolutely wild. With each pump, my clit digs into the stiff edge of the mattress as her grip on my hair tightens. The dildo she’s wearing pounds right against my G-spot at this angle. My body feels like it’s about to combust.

“Yes,” I manage to groan out between pants. “Yeah, baby fuck me like I’m your good little whore!”

Suddenly everything stops and she shoves me down onto the mattress. She completely untangles our two bodies.

Shit. I forgot again.

Her voice is cold and distant when she finally speaks. “You know the rules. That’s not what you call me.”

Erika is a good lay but she’s also fucking insane. If I was here on my own free will, I would have stopped agreeing to see her and playing her games long ago. The amount of rules this girl has about our ‘play time’ is extensive. It takes everything in me to remain submissive and sweet as my eyes ache to roll sky high. This girl is too fucking much. But I need to stay on her good side, which is why I’m here—attempting to play nice.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I croon while wiggling my ass at her. I really wish she’d just drop this and continue, but usually that’s not how this goes.

The sound of the slap registers before the pain. A sharp stinging sensation radiates across my backside where she spanked me.

“That’s right, I am your daddy, and maybe I need to teach you a lesson.”

I was so close to coming. I just want to finish. Now things are going to take a turn. I’d groan in frustration but I know that’ll only make what’s coming next ten times worse for me.

A second hard spank lands on the tender flesh of my ass, marking my other cheek. This time I can’t help but cry out. I’m a fan of impact play but she’s a true sadist and feeds off my pain more than my pleasure. I sometimes worry that she’s feeding solely on my misery; a leech who’s made her way into my life and won’t let go until she ruins me.

I hear her walk across the room. I lie as still as I can as my body cools and goosebumps break out across my exposed flesh. I can hear her move things around but I don’t dare raise my head to see what she’s doing. My pulse skyrockets as my mind flips through possibilities of what she could be doing. I need to remember my rules right now.

“Crawl to me.” Her cold voice slithers across the expanse of the room to me. It’s a command, not a request, so my only choice is to obey. I fucking hate her, and yet, she owns me.

Slinking off the bed and onto all fours, I crawl across the floor until I reach her perfectly pedicured toes peeking out from her strappy, sparkling heels. That’s the thing about Erika, she’s obsessed with appearances, has been since we were kids. It’s pretty hypocritical for someone who’s a decaying piece of shit on the inside. But that’s what her daddy dearest always preached—everything has to look perfect on the outside, even when the reality is a complete shit storm. I can’t even really blame her for being so fucked up, we’ve been doing some seriously fucked up shit since we were kids. A lifetime of trauma is enough to turn anyone a little crazy. Whatever this relationship is between us, it’s completely toxic. We’ve been told since we were kids to keep what we do together a secret. Now we keep our fucked up relationship secret for a very different reason.

Sitting back on my heels, I keep my head bowed in submission, waiting for her command. I know what comes next and it’s never fun. A lump of anxiety begins to form in my chest.

“What did you do wrong?” she inquires in the same frigid tone.

“I called you baby.” The words come out barely a whisper so my tone doesn’t reveal just how over this shit I really am.

“That’s right.” Her heeled foot sticks out to stroke my chest, the toe of her shoe rubbing the skin between my breasts. I close my eyes to avoid loosing it and telling her to fuck off. Between her regular bullshit, my stress about feeling like I’m being followed, being ghosted by my best friend, and the orgasm I was just denied, my patience is growing very thin. “And what are you supposed to refer to me as?”

“Daddy.” It’s all I’m allowed to call her when we’re messing around. It didn’t used to be that way, but a few years ago she kind of went off the deep end and now she has some perverse need to recreate some of the worst fucking pieces of her childhood.

Her foot falls back to the floor. “Look at me, little slut.”

I do as she demands and raise my eyes up. She’s completely naked, sitting in the cheap hotel desk chair with her legs spread wide. Her elbows rest on the arms of the chair as one hand twirls and plays with her fiery red locks. Her pale complexion looks washed out and sallow in the shoddy hotel lighting. Her makeup is thickly caked on her face but slightly smudged around her eyes. The dildo sticks straight up in the air towards her stomach. She’s fake as fuck but not unattractive, at least not on the outside.

“Open.”

“Erika,” I try to beg. “Please don’t. Can’t we just have a drink and relax a little and play around? Just be ourselves for once. Have a little fun?” I let my fingers skate across the skin of her inner thigh teasingly, trying to bait her into something else.

“Open your fucking mouth, little slut.”

With a resigned sigh, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. A pleased smirk spreads across her face as she raises her foot and leans back into the chair. Her dark eyes watch my face with piercing intensity as her hand snakes up her core to her breast. She pinches her own nipple harshly and lets out a low groan of pain and pleasure, her eyes never leaving mine. She lightly rests her foot on my face as she slips the heel of her shoe into my awaiting mouth.

“Suck,” she commands once she inserts her stiletto into my mouth. It tastes of plastic and dirt. It’s vile but I close my eyes and pretend I’m somewhere else while I hollow out my cheeks. I learned to just let my mind wander away while my body has to deal with reality a long time ago.

Clearly Erika’s not having any of that tonight. “Open your eyes,” she demands. “Look me in the eyes while you act like a good girl and suck for your daddy.” Her tone softens when I oblige and open my eyes, staring at her while I pretend to give her high heel a fucking blow job. Her long red fingernails scrape against the stiff peaks of her own breasts. “Such a good girl for your daddy. Now spread your knees; show me that pretty pussy. Rub your clit and show Daddy what a desperate slut you are for her.”

In terms of a punishment this could definitely be worse. She thinks she’s degrading me by doing this, but she should know I’m totally a slut for a little degradation. I willingly spread my knees and rub eager circles around my clit. I’m still desperate for a release. I don’t even care about the disgusting feeling of her fucking shoe against my tongue as I grind against my own hand. I feel my climax building as I moan and writhe on the floor at her feet.

Right as I’m about to fall over the edge to orgasmic bliss, Erika rips her heel from my mouth. The collision of her shoe against my face throws me backwards as she kicks me. Pain blooms across my entire face. I taste the metallic blood before my brain can even register what’s happening. A pained cry leaves my lips and tears well in my eyes.

What the fuck !

I’m covered in sweat and tears and now blood; I’ve had enough. Usually I do whatever I have to but she’s taken it too far. Jumping to my feet I scramble across the room to collect my discarded clothes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Erika shrieks from behind me, but I ignore her as I try to gather all my things. “Get back here and get back on your knees! This cock isn’t going to suck itself you stupid whore!”

I don’t even respond. I don’t even turn to look at her. I hastily throw my clothes over my body and gather my purse. As soon as I’m at the door, my hand reaches out for the doorknob to get the fuck out of here.

“If you walk out that door I’ll have to tell Daddy!” Erika screams, now desperate. “You don’t want me telling my daddy what a bad girl you’ve been, do you? It’d be such a shame if he thought you weren’t being cooperative anymore, wouldn’t it? Your dad owes mine how much money now, exactly?”

Her words stop me in my tracks. I’m frozen; caught between my own sense of self preservation and fear of what will happen if I don’t cooperate. She’s right though. She fucking owns me.

“That’s what I thought. Now get your ass back over here.”

Still holding my hand against my bloodied face, I slowly walk back across the room to where she’s seated. As I begin to lower myself back to my knees she tuts and stops me.

“No, I don’t think so, naughty girl. Lower your pants,” she says as one of her obnoxiously long, bright red, fake ass nails trails along the waistband of my jeans with teasing strokes.

“What?”

“Lower your fucking pants.” She enunciates each word so that it drips with condescension.

Removing my blood soaked hand from my face, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down my legs again. The movement leaves long streaks of blood smeared across one of my thighs. I feel woozy and the world slightly tilts on its axis when I spot it. I try to blink until the world rights itself again but I’m quickly grabbed and shoved down. Erika’s talons grip my arm and pull me down across her lap. My legs are trapped at the knees by my jeans as I’m bent over her thighs with my ass high in the air.

“Daddy hates to punish her sweet girl but it seems you need to learn a lesson,” she croons then firmly brings her palm down against my ass.

The sharp sting of the spank makes me jerk forward before she rubs gentle circles across my offended flesh. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

The water in the basin below me is tinged pink with my own blood. My muscles throb and ache but the warm water against my face is comforting as I wash away the remnants of the disaster that just occurred.

Tonight was really fucking shitty. After Erika spanked me until my ass was numb, she fucked my pussy and ass back and forth until she eventually got bored with me. I didn’t finish once. She edged me the entire fucking time. I stayed curled up on the bed, unsatisfied and bleeding, while she sobbed uncontrollably and drank half a bottle of vodka; all while yelling derogatory comments at me. Her own self hatred is usually directed at me when she’s fucked up. I would like to be able to tell her to fuck off but I know exactly what that would get me, and it’s really not worth the trouble, so I just had to sit there and bear it. Finally, she took a bunch of pills and passed out. I was able to sneak out once she was completely unconscious.

I’m sure I’m going to have some type of infection from her horrendous treatment of my lady bits. What I wouldn’t give to just be done with Erika and her shit. The weight of all that bullshit constantly feels like it’s about to pull me under. Part of me wants to let it consume me completely until I’m gone, but I can’t.

Stepping out of the now lukewarm water, I wrap a fluffy, hot pink bathrobe around my naked form. I slowly pad across the cool tile floor of the bathroom, leaving darkened, damp footprints in my wake as I head into my bedroom. Grabbing my phone off my nightstand, I power it back on then check my messages.

A couple social media alerts, a few emails, and some messages fill my notifications. One message in particular catches my attention.

Halloween Hottie: I have no intention of fucking you quickly. I intend to take you out for a nice dinner, show you that I can be a gentleman. Then I intend to eat your sweet pussy for dessert while you come on my face again and again.

Fuck . This man is too much.

I had let him and another man, whose name I’ve totally forgotten, fuck me together Halloween weekend and it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. At least, I think that’s what happened. I was pretty fucked up that night. Blurry images of demons and men mixed together to create an image of monstrous pleasure. All I’m truly sure about is that I finished again and again and again. My body remembers his touch, even if my mind doesn’t really remember his face. Just reading his message has my pussy aching with desire. Every time I’ve made myself come since that night, it’s been to thoughts of demons fucking me senseless. Fucked up, right?

That was a few weeks ago though, and without having heard from him, I took a risk and asked him out. His number had been left in my phone, whether I put it there or him, I’m really not sure. All I know is that I opened my phone and hovered over his contact one too many times. Finally I said fuck it and sent him a text asking him out.

I know there’s no way this will end well. I know there’s no way this will be anything but a couple quick fucks before I have to push him away, just like everyone else. But I can’t help myself. There’s something about him, about this situation, that calls to some beaten and broken part of my soul. And I know that if I don’t at least try to see him again, I’ll always wonder what if. I’m a big believer in fate and karma; there’s just something about this situation that makes me feel like the universe sent him to cross my path for some unknown reason. Maybe his epic cock is my reward for all the shit the universe has thrown at me in my short life. Or maybe it’s the dread of being watched. I know I’ll be safe if I’m with someone else. Stalkers don’t attack you while you’re fucking someone else, right ?

Fuck, this is probably a really bad idea. I’m inviting all my fucked up chaos into his life, and he seems so nice . But I can’t seem to help myself from typing out a response and pushing send.

Me: It’s a date! I’ll see you next weekend.

I’m convinced it’s because Erika fucked with me all night. She teased me but never let me finish, and I can’t help the needy throb in my cunt. She’s begging to be taken care of. Begging me to imagine all the things my mystery man will do to me on our date and give myself the release I was denied tonight. Who am I to refuse her?

Going to my nightstand, I grab my rabbit out of the top drawer. It’s pink, veiny, and does exactly what I need it to. Flopping down on top of my mess of a bed, I rest my head against my pillows and pull open my robe. The cool air in my room hits my naked body and immediately causes my nipples to harden. I close my eyes and imagine a tall, dark, and handsome man on top of me. His eyes roam possessively over me with hunger. I let my hand trail up my center to my breasts, imagining it’s his. I roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger before flicking the piercing a few times. My hips raise up in desperation as my pussy throbs deeper with desire.

“Please,” I moan in a breathy whimper, still imagining my man is here to take care of me. “I need you. Please, fuck me.”

I grab the toy sitting next to me and use one hand to turn it on, the other hand is still toying with my tits. My rabbit hums to life immediately and my pussy dampens from the noise. I giggle to myself that I’ve conditioned my kitty to weep at just the sound of vibration. My giggles turn to loud moans as I bring the vibrator to my lips. My clit immediately twitches in response to the pulsations. I picture a tall and dark haired man holding me down with one hand on my throat, the other pumping in and out of me savagely. I let the toy sink inside me, causing my hips to jerk up. I imagine it’s his cock fucking me savagely as he looks down at me with desire swirling like fire in his eyes.

“Harder. More,” I moan into the dark emptiness of my room.

All of a sudden the image behind my eyes shifts. It’s no longer a man holding me down; it’s my best friend. Celeste’s soft, dark locks tease my hardened nipples as she leans down over me to kiss my neck and chest. Her lips are soft and warm and so very sweet. I love when she kisses me, it’s like all the pain I’ve ever felt just melts away. She feathers light and soft kisses against my skin, whispering words of praise and admiration in between.

“You’re taking him so good baby,” she croons in my ear before sucking my lobe into her mouth.

Shit. My eyes spring open. I’m so close. My hips buck up as I desperately chase my release. I close my eyes again, willing myself back into my fantasy.

Behind Celeste, a demon of darkness looks down on us as his massive cock pounds into me. His thick, long shaft pumps into my tight cunt at a punishing pace. Celeste is bent over in front of him while I lay below both of them. He holds the back of my knee in one hand and with his other, he fingers Celeste’s tight little hole. Fucking both of us at once. He hits a sweet spot inside her that causes her to moan around my nipple. That image throws me over the edge.

I shout out into the darkness of my empty bedroom as I come. My entire body goes rigid as my pussy clamps down on the toy. Wave after wave of pleasured contraction surges through my entire core.

“Fuck! Fuck Fuck!” I yell as I come undone from my own fucked up fantasy.

When I finally settle down and my heart rate returns to normal, a pit forms in my stomach. I’m not with a monstrous man. I am not with Celeste. I’m fucking myself with a stupid fucking toy after being abused and used all night. I’m alone. All fucking alone with my demons and monsters.